KillahBee
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I fucking hope so, cause I CANNOT STAND people. At first I thought it was just a stage I was going through, but it's going on a few years now. I seriously cannot stand anyone. Random, innocent chat is fine, but I have absolutely zero desire to know or be around anybody. Although I love my family dearly, I cannot stand to be around them for longer than a few minutes. I have not met a female in years that has interested me passed vaginal penetration. I can't even remember the last time I called up a friend to come by and hang out and watch TV or something - I would murder them within minutes. I have done everything possible to put up walls around me so I don't have to engage in small talk. I have no interest in other people's lives. In general, I view people my age as shallow, empty, insecure, pathetic, needy, common people with no heart and/or soul. I get angry when people ask me questions (i.e. "How was your weekend", "What are you doing this weekend", "What did you do over vacation") because I feel they are an invasion of my privacy - I don't want to fucking tell you, but if I don't answer then I seem like an asshole. I don't give a fuck about drinking, I don't give a fuck about the college I went to, I don't give a fuck about Britney Spears, I don't give a fuck about who is fingerbanging who in the office, I don't give a fuck about reality TV, I don't want to fucking argue about sports, I don't give a fuck about politics, I don't give a fuck about Lance Armstrong and his cancer, I don't give a fuck about your stupid fucking dog, I don't give a fuck about your fucking kid, I don't give a fuck about the fucking goddamn motherfucking weather, I don't give a fuck about the fucking girl lost in Aruba, I don't give a fuck about you.
And it's not like I am a miserable or mean person. I am funny as hell. I am the single reason people in my office don't kill themselves. I just have absolutely no use for the limited plane of communication that exists around me (at least, as I see it). I am really, really happy alone. And when I say alone, I mean alone. And everywhere I look I see people that are scared to death to be alone, people that need to forge these fake plastic relationships that consist of watching Real World and trading conspiracy theories on terrorism and Bush because they don't know what else they should/could be doing. And people probably look at someone like me and think I am sad. Fuck, I am happy as shit, except when I am forced to take part in your silly little game that you are too ignorant to see and too cowardly to break through.
So, how bout them Yankees?
And it's not like I am a miserable or mean person. I am funny as hell. I am the single reason people in my office don't kill themselves. I just have absolutely no use for the limited plane of communication that exists around me (at least, as I see it). I am really, really happy alone. And when I say alone, I mean alone. And everywhere I look I see people that are scared to death to be alone, people that need to forge these fake plastic relationships that consist of watching Real World and trading conspiracy theories on terrorism and Bush because they don't know what else they should/could be doing. And people probably look at someone like me and think I am sad. Fuck, I am happy as shit, except when I am forced to take part in your silly little game that you are too ignorant to see and too cowardly to break through.
So, how bout them Yankees?

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exactly. All in all, insecure boys need attention to be happy, while real men could take it or leave it with a smile on their face. Sadly, there seem to be too few of the latter these days.